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Bhima at Denhegoo
from Chump to Champion
The Ballad of a Struggling Contender
Fought to hard
to get it
struggled long thyme
to acheive
learned alotta thangs
long the way
meet some people
you won't beleive
looked down upon
by the in crowd
jerked arounded
by the outcrowd
women done leaked
my secrets
and men done
challenged me
studdered
when she said
I do
was scared
cause
I lacked instruction
Said I love you to
early
she only beleived
in deductions
prayed real hard
to get here
Am the champion of this town
talked about by stranger
to some I'm just a clown
but you know one thang
I'm ah man
I'm ah real true man
yes i am
I'm a man
I'm ah man
best beleive
I', ah man!
( Gruel Starffs(..........Look Mister Promoter: you want us to come out here and be contenders to your champion. Rivals to our foe. You want us to look the wrestling public in the eye and say he's the best and I'm the next best thing to him.Mr. Prromoter I'm looking you in the eye and telling you: you made a mistake in hiring me cause we found a clause in our contract that states a group of ten within the company can unite and form a championship sub commiitee and crown a champion, if the current champions tenure excceeds 2 years. well we did and from now on I am the champion and until the disfunction of the championship committee is solved I am both Champion and number one contender and one win over the champion even in a best outta 3 falls match can be proof enough to send to the board of directers to Crown me " The United Worlds Champion" that's the contract you signed laughing at me.I've score two falls against him. One more And I am Champion. It the Clause of all Clauses; Mr. Promoter! The Clause is entitled" ******The Rules of Untangling Contracto Facto Championious committee rulio Section 280-two by Codes of Victory in The rulebreaker rule book*
Open Word Classes
In language there are classes, we are told,
Of words both new and old.
Nouns, verbs, adjectives, adverbs too,
And among them, open word classes few.
Nouns, the names of things and beings,
Verbs, actions that give them meanings.
Adjectives, describing how things are,
Adverbs, telling when and where they occur.
But in the open classes, there is more,
Words that keep growing, like an open door.
Interjections, expressing emotion pure,
Conjunctions, connecting clauses sure.
Prepositions, showing position and relation,
And articles, signaling a specific sensation.
These open classes, ever-changing and free,
Reflect the dynamism of language, you see.
For new words can be added with ease,
As culture and technology shift and tease.
And though rules and structure remain,
Open classes expand, our language domain.
So let us celebrate the open word classes,
For they reflect how language amasses.
A rich and diverse range of expression,
For us to use in endless succession.
By Otieno Elvis Gikoi
THE ELO’S POETRY
Hypothetical supposition
If is such an enormous word
it's so loud and heard
beyond realities real if I had known
if for so long
I would not have uttered it out of my mouth
may even thought wrong
I don't understand the questions ifconditional clause
in the event of that despite the possibilities
what up why is that no matter whether it comes or goes
if is the biggest word ever spoken and here goes
~
If a condition stipulation, what's the question
many ifs allow and answer
I express a strong condition either in if
an order or command
unto the condition
If is in a conjunction
and or is a noun most used as conjunction
to connect two clauses
Hypo thetical super suppositions
if it's such an enormous word
it's so loud and heard beyond reality is real
if I had known it for so long I would have not
uttered it out of my mouth, so I spill
~
The one thing that I know
that it do if can will or might happen or so to be true
Messages questions wondering wonder hypothetical superposition the biggest word you ever heard is...- IF
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
7/27/23
I am content to walk alone,
but to walk in company with others
adds vigor and passion to the journey.
Rumi
Good Taoists,
although I am not sure I actually know any,
refine their inclusively subordinate clauses,
and sentences,
and contracts,
and lives
Define eternally and mutually satisfactory gratitude,
anthrosupremely alone
LeftBrain dominantly apart
We camouflage EarthTribe's cooperative ecological praxis
producing win/win healthy outcomes
consistent with multicultural peak experience research
within human natural systems
Analogically synthesizing sacred principles of Earth's nature,
Her natural flow and spirited functions
Her decay and lifeless dysfunction;
like post-millennial PermaCulturalists.
But, Western Monotheistic Cultures
prefer more compassionate vigor in our strut
through this divinely manifest live-system
we inherited from Indigenous Elders past,
comparatively short-sighted
about EarthMother's healthy global future.
All newborns are experiential researchers of balance,
symmetry,
flow and rhythm,
form and beauty,
capacity and lack thereof,
time's sufficiency and spatial synergy,
and lack thereof.
Human children also evolve as recreative muses
of color, shape, paradigms, stories,
rhythms of patterned confluence,
and denigrated dissonance.
We can,
Taoist or not,
child or not,
use dissonance to show us our way
toward appositional confluence.
We are each compelled to survive,
and sometimes togathering thrive,
in this Tao way,
within double-boundaries of systemic spacetime trauma
and therapeutic imagination,
rooted in regenetic memory.
Imaginations grow intuitively fueled,
empathic powered,
passioned,
vigorous,
with polysystemic comprehension of Prime Relationship
P-Yang=NP-YinYin,
binomial win/win thermodynamic balance,
as +1 = -(-0)
co-binary eco-empathic.
Cooperative economic polycultural balance,
exploring inclusive oppositional subsidiarity
to optimize EarthDay's slow-growth atmosphere
as one EarthTribe Community,
both compassionate,
and, hopefully, still content
with being less lonely
hiding behind all our LeftBrain dominant
verbal camouflage.
He is a member of the
" Intr Affilia " a non
ranking position that
Gives voice to grapples
Position. It's unofficial
Title in the game as known
Across this
whole wide world as
" The Peoples Championship"
Well we've always known
That these six clauses can
Be put in place to impact
" An urgent need of recognition"
A company rule, that is caused
By the cooperation of two or more
Rivaling companies working
In cooperation with one another.
Because of company interest
The contracts and on air
Officials cannot make reference
To a companies champion by name
Only by his championship crown.
In the best interest of business
Inprumtu committee must be
Voted into place, and will not
Be or cannot be influenced
By members of the individual
Companies, but must act in
The interest of wrestling and the
Intercompany Alliance.
A championship committee
Can only name new champions
With title belts.
Either wonvin
A tournament
Battle royal
Contest or game.
Any member with
The consent of the other
Can evoke the
Ambassadors trust
With a vote of four (minority vote)
Giving an appointmented member
Oversight of creation
Of belt, rules and regulations.
After it's creation, an announcement
Must be made and than voted
On. For approval by the full
Championship committee.
This vote only has to be greater
Than the first.if voted on the
Committee appoints a new directer
To rank the seeds, and invent the
Need of promotion, this will
Be done in protest giving
The naysayers the right to
Make stipulations band rules.
If not voted on, member have a he right
To hold the meeting in contempt of
Industry interest, and only one vote
Difference is needed to be approved.
This gives the lowest ranking official full control over
The endeavor, and he or she
Can deside what type of tourney
Will be held.(traditional, elimanating make ch,
A three team elimation match, etc, ECT)
A champion v.s. champion title make ch
Not sure nvolving is hese combations
Is the six clauses event that envokes
This event.
Each man will be anointed either
"Golden Ambassadors Champion ""
Or " People's Champion" or
American National Champion"
After doings the rich history
Or being named either will
Contested with a bout to name
The what ever the inter promotion event
Wishes it to be named.
In English classes my skull would be reelin' with a myriad of perplexities,
Strugglin' to cope with English Composition with its multitudinous complexities!
I could never comprehend (and never will) the mysteries of verbs and pronouns,
Or danglin' participles, prepositions, conjunctions and irregular nouns!
"Your future will be mighty bleak", my patient teachers hinted indirectly,
"If you don't learn the intricacies of the English lingo now and correctly!"
The long-sufferin' teachers considered me a dunce and their hopeless bane!
I wanted to be a pilot! How was this folderol gonna help me fly a plane?
Incomprehensible to me were past, present and future perfect tenses!
Invariably, I bungled those terms in trying to compose any of my sentences!
Fiddle faddle! Why, I mused from my naïve and youthful perspective,
Would I ever have any use for a comparative or superlative adjective?
My favorite classes were glee club, art and gymn, each in which I did excel,
But adverb clauses, proper and predicate nouns to my mind just didn't gel!
The use of consonants, vowels and indefinite articles left my head a-spinnin',
I couldn't understand the use of predicates or proper titles from the beginnin'!
Thankfully, after the vicissitudes of high school and bewildering frustration
I somehow managed to accumulate enough English credits for graduation!
Well, I reckon I ain't never gonna be no good at parsin' a sentence no how!
(Wouldn't my teachers be proud of that line - or would me they disavow!)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
By Vicki Acquah on Thursday, April 18, 2013
Prince Kennedy & Oladeji Vicki Acquah
Disappeared
We- are gone
diluted into oblivion
we have nothing left but our footprints
The handwriting is no longer on the wall
The noses are broken off
we are no longer us
Obscurely written out of
life's script, no future roles to play.
The primitive man and all modern
day caveman - and sand men have
forgotten the people of the soil-and
the trees and the water and the mountains
women behaving _nonchalantly___
as they watch -us being erased;
Written out of history.
What is left of us
we who write poetry
that does not impress wealth,
they eat, we die -- they drink
we go thirsty, they make
merry with their Dirty sex;
While we imitate our exterminators.
we disappear with
broken noses and borrowed hair
We are no more.
Our costumes died
then our children
with no past and no future
we are no more~~~~
Now that we are being
created by our scribes;
penned down ages before we could
realize that our solemn but
equivocal art, superimposed
with fervent sentences bore
more intonations & meanings
than maidenly sought;
We lie within our meditative silences.
Reminiscing the helter,skelter and
dither, through which our stories
were told in words.
While the strokes by our quills
fade & shiver to sheer posterity
but eventful mileages;
We beseech this forthcoming generation
To voice out in unison the
unfinished phrases, but clauses
yet again.We are now no more.
Although there were a few scattered
prospects yet to be achieved;
we lie abed not asunder,
With no regret or fear or whatsoever
We are no more.
Only in fiction shall we meet
To play our parts with unsung aptitude.
As our styles are pursued;
Until then, we are no more.
As life still beckons on
with trajectories being preached
but sold,We pray you, this age
that celerity & glee fuel your
palms but gumption's with
deepened emotions & thinking caps.
As the die is cast,
Till the results are known;
We are now no more!
Encrypting Your Name With Verse
By Phan Tan Hai
you can’t see your name between the lines
I put it on paper
words from days and months
that have almost vanished
and see again among the
secret words
your face is stealthily appearing
chilling my soul every night.
I put it into a poem
the footprints you left in the snow
from days so far away
with the cold wind shivering my ink lines.
shaking, I read
and see you walk
among words on paper.
I put it into words
the memories
from days so far away
and hearing amid the fading strands of smoke
your sorrowful voices
how did we lose each other so clumsily
you will notice
the fragrance hidden in my words
the fragrance from heaven
that you once
brought into my life
in a day of snowfall
the day we leaned on each other
to help pass every step
and many times we slid and fell
along the icy sidewalks
where your laughs fell onto
and then soared back to the sky
transforming into snowflakes
and since then on
cooling my days and months
you will someday read
and see beneath the poetic lines
that I write down tonight
and will notice among the clauses
so many words without rhymes
those are my remaining days in life
those are days and nights
being tilted and encrypted with your name
once upon a time
at that place
you stepped into my soul
and then left
leaving a maze of paths.
im irish
outta new york
your 2 turn in a table
gutter pork
fake brass rings detailing how
wedding ventures
meet her news cow
ill and straight
the dhali llama's
trying to show you
how nazi's brew
throw in one jew
now celebrate the kings wife
she's hung like dmx on top of kobe
these are some objectives and adjectives
help sums grow up
grewsome's is a vowel
mispaced the sentence
outside your lyricist, my old acquaintance
clauses and gangs go back like jezebel
she his daddy, he dont ask for lunch
dumping registers at confession
the worlds gonna die
hes torching fella's
back to the doctoring
thats he has a phd
in patching news in
just as the aorta implodes
now momma's family used to drive mr patton
gotta clue about how robotic his dvr habits
i all alone, my lifes work is about housing laws
just for the hell of it, i'll describe why
people grow up in democracy
get flushed out in american
thats a credit card
nazi's embezzled our granparents with 'em
like holocaust bars
same old owner on the ship
rocking chairs and social security hips
oldest cons in the game
very honest
still nobody to guillotine and blame
his bank account never dark budgets
me im a egotistical calculator in your village
1952. Curfew was on and roads were vacant.
Some armed hands were still haunting there
To hush every possible roar or uprising rant
With the spiteful hammer of thunderous fear.
But a murmur of revolution was soon heard
As thousands of spirited people marched on
With the resilience of restoring their barred
Language from the threshold of extinction.
They protested peacefully carrying placard
Of their clauses until the armed hands fired
And soaked them with blood in vain to retard
Undying voices that can never be smothered.
Each drop of the sacrificial blood has built
the monument of revolution that will always
Shine as a star of Devotion and forever quilt
The vigorous souls with its contagious rays.
Their immortal death blazed a fire of liberty
in hearts that were in the grip of oppression.
Soon, it became a furnace that burned Deity
Of Oppression and Bangladesh was born.